For years, I dreamed of that moment—a positive pregnancy test in my hands.
I couldn’t wait to tell Clay, imagining his joy.
But instead of celebrating, I found a Kinder Surprise at the door.
Inside wasn’t a toy, but a note that shattered my world: “I’m divorcing you.”
I had dreamed of this moment for years. Every second of waiting for the test result felt like a lifetime.
I paced around the bathroom, clutching the stick, my palms damp with sweat.
What if it’s negative again? What if I’m only imagining symptoms?
But the moment I saw those two lines appear, everything else disappeared.
